🔥 🔥 🔥 NSFW MASTER POST - PART III 🔥 🔥 🔥
After the events of the last couple of days, I think we all need some J & C lovin’… Right?
At least, judging by the state of my inbox…
(I get it, we’re all thirsty)
I have spent hours reading all the chapters that you have recommended. I also had to re-read those that I already know and love (yeah I’m that professional, ye ken).
Needless to say, I have two brain cells left and barely remember how to type.
OBVIOUSLY there will be a Part IV, and a Part V, maybe even more… so, if you have sent a rec but don’t see it in the list, bear with me. And my inbox is always open for more recs!
Jamie comes back in Claire’s life after two years apart. When they finally reconnect, after overcoming many obstacles, he tells Claire that he’d rather wait and make their “second first time” really special… But it doesn’t mean they are going to keep it platonic. DEAD.
“Jamie” I said in barely a whisper…”let me look after you?” I ran my hand down over the front of his jeans where his erection was still evident under my hand. He looked at me and then down at his own crotch where my hand rested. His eyes widened, shaking his head he stammered out “no Claire…I dinna want…ye dinna need to …”
“I want to”, I said edging closer and raising myself up slightly to rest on my forearm.
Jamie looked at me pleadingly, “Claire its ok” he whispered. I ignored his protestations, sliding the length of my body against him, “just relax.” Jamie stilled and swallowed hard, I could see the fight dissipate out of him when my body made contact with him.
In this story, Claire is a Kindergarten teacher, and Jamie an artist. They invite Ian and Jenny for dinner to announce Claire’s pregnancy. At the end of the night, Jamie comes back to the kitchen and finds Claire washing the dishes… DEAD.
“Take me right here,” she breathed. As she said the words she felt heat pool in her stomach, and instinctively placed her hands tantalizingly on his belt. Without another word Jamie grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around so they were both facing the counter. Claire didn’t wait to be told, bending forward and splaying her fingers and arms across the counter top as if he was a cop arresting her on the hood of a car. Jamie spread her legs apart with his knees, and she felt a sharp tingle shoot all the way from her belly to her clit. As he gripped her waist over her dress to put her in place, she couldn’t help but let out a moan even though Jamie had barely touched her.
Pain in my Asana by @calliopemoonbeam - part VIII [tumblr] [AO3]
Jaime is a yoga teacher, Claire is his student. They start dating and Jamie offers Claire to give her a (multi-hour) tantric massage… DEAD.
Concentrating on the vibration of her body, he began the massage, watching her face as his right hand, his giving hand, drew circles over her clit. A surprised “oh,” left her mouth but her eyes stayed closed. Focusing on methodical circles followed by rolling her between his fingers and added pressure in specific moments, her head swayed to the side and she bit her lip, his favorite sight besides her eyes. With that motion alone he knew she was near the edge, so he relented. Adding more oil, he massaged her outer and inner lips, devoting the same care as he done over her whole body, giving the oft neglected part of the body the love and respect it deserved. Air flew out of her lungs in deep sighs.
What would have happened had Jamie and Claire kissed that first night at Leoch when Jamie held her in his arms? In this retelling of Outlander, Claire and Jamie are married and live in Lallybroch with their two children. They go back to Leoch for a visit and “rest” in their bedroom after a long journey… DEAD.
“Would you like to try somethin’?” He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Hmmm, depends what it is,” I smirked, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.
“I dinna imagine a proper English lass like yerself is familiar wi’ the term ‘soixante neuf’?” Jamie placed his hands on my shoulders, exerting gentle pressure and I sat down, coming face to face with his length.
“I know what sixty-nine means, Jamie,” I said, now breathless at his suggestion.
A splendid canon-divergent one-shot. After a long day at Leoch, Claire goes to bed, but all she can think of is Jamie… DEAD. More on the other chapters later…
I made myself comfortable, then turned to blow out the small candle on my right. The room was left in the cool light of moon and stars, and I was left to think. I closed my eyes experimentally, but I’d already expected that I wouldn’t just go to sleep tonight. I had known it since breakfast, actually, and then I’d been somewhere between resignation and anticipation all day. Anticipation definitely won out as I let my hands wander over my body, imagining them to be bigger, strongly calloused, impatient and eager. I knew perfectly fine that the hands I imagined didn’t belong to my husband, but I felt no particular need to delve into the state of my conscience just now.
They were Jamie’s hands, of course.
This is set directly after Laoghaire tries to seduce Jamie by the river. In this divergence, Claire followed Jamie to the river and witnessed the whole encounter. Here’s what might have happened after. DEAD.
“Jamie? Why aren’t you moving?”
[…] “I want to see ye. I want to feel ye. Show me.”
Then he proceeded to slowly explore her, carefully watching the expressions that flitted across her face, feeling the reactions of her sex wrapped tightly round him. He stroked her breasts and ran his fingers along the soft skin of her thighs, eliciting tiny shivers. He bent over to taste her, to see if she preferred his fingers on her nipples or his tongue, and she clutched him close, gasping. He touched her body where they joined, circling the little nub at the center of her pleasure, alternating between a light touch or a firm one.
Jamie is a bartender and Claire is a long-time customer who keeps bringing in disappointing dates in the months after dumping Frank. But one day, she realizes that the right man was there all along. On their first night together, he confesses that he’s a virgin. DEAD.
I was already resigned to the fact that I likely wouldn’t find satisfaction this time, but to be honest I didn’t care. I’d never in my adult life been so focused on my partner’s pleasure, at the expense of my own. All I cared about was making Jamie’s first time memorable, and I couldn’t have cared less if I came. But in truth I was so wound up it wouldn’t take much to take me over the edge either.
That’s all for today guys! Hope you enjoyed :)
And to the legendary question…
I guess the answer is definitely…